Andre Nickatina - Iced Out lyrics

(Nickatina) Man it's the diamondback eagle that's legal to kick it evil Bullets from behind wit your peoples I serenade the whole serengeti fefetti and lucaccini Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the k** genie State the state and face the face crop the ba** The rap the race the rhyme the weight the god the sign The rom of don of spawn of khan, now whatchu doin' there khan? Rap til I steal-her for-real illa with alligator blood veins Me and a pisces hit the drug main Eatin' on steak in the late night, tiger get your brain right Dickey get the game tight, 'den f** em all Hear me once and you'll never forget I'm like a caridagate, or better yet I got this ready to spit Hot raps that burn and yearn f** it you'll wait your turn You'll get cut in line everytime Man I live by the sword and die by the gun And not give a f** and why? 'cause I'm young Raps that backtrack and crack the sky ask me why Check if you deserve to die sh** a Rip Van Winkel ebeneezer k** the plea ya k** the tea ya k** to ease the pain That scarred the game on tiger's brain, sigh Now that's a cold mother f**er, iced out. (Chorus) What's that in your ring homie? Iced out. What's that in your chain homie? Iced out. Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out. Do the coldest heart men deserve to die? What's that in your ring homie? Iced out. What's that in your chain homie? Iced out. Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out. Do the coldest heart men deserve to die? (Equipto) You wanna get in my mix man? I really doubt that 'cause I'm hard to swallow like a mouth full of crack And I'm hard to follow like a cheetah on crank And I'm hard to break like the lock on a safe In a federal bank so don't dare try to hack this Maxed stay the ba**, 'cause I'ma be frank If you crack the code then I'ma crack your face And if I catch ya case they won't set the date for the trial 'cause I'ma put you under the ground and in 10 years You'll be food for a cow how you like me now just like kumody 'cause I got Andre Nicky up in 214 And like a newport bean I had to ask for green To achieve my goals and make my dreams my reality And what I got, I got k**az on a salary Makin' an hourly wage off this game that we play For wonder bread and ground beef A ticket to a meal to me that sounds sweet So we bring the heat until the meat gets cooked Or til the deed gets took or to whichever comes first (Chorus) (Nickatina) Man the way I blaze the blueberry it's like I'm in the military Gotta have a chopper tiger fire everytime I spits like a cobra rare anaconda boa constrictoris keep my pictures Man the lexus 4 door, trips to morocco, damns in in soho, trinity and coco See ya, and run ya like a red light and when it turns green I hit the weed, increase the speed Man it's so don doda, magic like harry potter Take it over like nino did the cartah, projects High tech low tech what's the spread? I might say go Jets, Nickatina The freight train at hells gates pain you know standing there f**in like a gun range And I do it for the lords the lords all the kings The kings that brang the dream and all the gleam Hit Vegas like a conioni with the mac in my blood And not a macaroni, K-K-K-Khan Party til I die n***a, some wonder why n***a But that's the mindstate when you gettin' high n***a Set me up to cut things I'm like a mustang Ready to rush-bust tough thangs (Chorus)